'I should have liked to wind the horn.' 'We can pretend horns,' Dora said; but he answered, 'I didn't want to pretend.

I wanted to wind something.' 'Wind your watch,' Dicky said.

And that was unkind, because we all know H.O.'s watch is broken, and when you wind it, it only rattles inside without going in the least.
We did not bother to dress up much for the hunting expedition--just cocked hats and lath swords; and we tied a card on to H.O.'s chest with 'Moat House Fox-Hunters' on it; and we tied red flannel round all the dogs' necks to show they were fox-hounds.

Yet it did not seem to show it plainly; somehow it made them look as if they were not fox-hounds, but their own natural breeds--only with sore throats.
Oswald slipped the pistol and a few cartridges into his pocket.

He knew, of course, that foxes are not shot; but as he said-- 'Who knows whether we may not meet a bear or a crocodile.' We set off gaily.